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ENDANGEREDSCENERIES:
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lula huffed out a breath, knowing fine well that nothing that she said right now was going to come out in a way that would actually help their situation. billy was pissed and she couldn't fix it since she was ultimately the cause of his upset. if he understood how completely wild such a question would feel right now then she didn't really understand why he was reacting like this. then he uttered the four letter word they really hadn't dipped into yet. she paled, the colour draining from her face at an astronomical rate and she couldn't stop herself from being dizzy before she found herself alone in the cabin of the truck. she paused, taking a breath before pushing the door open to be greeted with the night air. "billy."
they couldn't not talk about this. even if fixing the car ought to be a priority right now she couldn't just sit idly and wait for him to return. "i don't want to get married. not now. not ever. it's nothing to do with you. it's just not something that i want," she managed to get out all in one breath. "so, surely you can understand why i might panic about the fact that my partner is seemingly proposing when that's just something that's never going to happen."
sure, Billy had thought he were surprised by her reaction to him seemingly proposing; though, said emotion couldn’t possibly begin to describe how he felt following what Lula had to say, next. not now. not ever. for a moment, Billy fell still, one hand, braced, against frame of car, eyes fixed somewhere amongst engine parts, without really, truly, seeing any of them, before the whole, miserable night seemed to implode, before his eyes. in many ways, it felt as though she'd knocked the wind clean out of him, breath catching, before he turned, to face her, hands finding hips, as if for balance. of course, it wasn’t a future he had fully considered, prior to now. not in any real, practical sense, that is. still, the moment she shut it down, every half-formed possibility of a life spent with her seemed to flash before his eyes. sudden, vivid. only to disappear, just as quickly. "what… what d’you mean, not... now, not... ever?” he stammered, baffled, by how certain she seemed to be. he stared at her, trying, and failing, to make sense of it all, before frustration, again, trumped disbelief. “well, why the hell not?”
it’s safe to say that amelia’s frazzled mind is being pulled in multiple directions at once. on one side, she’s still beyond frustrated. frustrated that her life is such a fucking mess, that ellis apparently views her as someone who can’t handle herself and she practically has to beg for him to give her the very thing that she’s been offering him freely for months now. on the other… well, she’s lonely. sure, she has friends, but they all have their own lives — partners, jobs, kids — that she doesn’t want to burden with all of her heavy shit. she can’t just call them at any time of the day to complain or cry or ask for a hug.
maybe that’s why she allows herself to be pulled towards him without much of a fight, although there is a slight frown visible on her face like she still can’t quite comprehend if it’s really worth letting it happen. giving in isn’t like her at all, but she has to admit the ‘making cuddling sort of tense and awkward’ angle of the whole thing is pretty in character.
a soft, toothless smile spread across Ellis’ cheeks as Amelia allowed herself to be drawn closer, closer, without any of the fight he knew she was more than capable of putting up. soon enough, her full weight came to rest across his frame, head finding the crook of his neck with such ease that, – luckily, hidden from her gaze, – he couldn't help but blush, tangled together, now, in a manner far more intimate than any she'd previously allowed. whilst fully clothed, at least. "good girl," lips jest, brushing forehead, against better judgement, whilst arms tighten their hold, as if to brace for whatever knee-jerk reaction words might elicit.
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a smirk hangs at the corner of her mouth, the pair sitting in silence for a few beats as callie stares out the window. it’s such a comfortable silence, zero awkwardness in the air. she could get used to it—being with him like this. “it’s gonna suck when your girlfriend gets here.” she suddenly admits. “that’s what i’ve been worried about. seeing you with her.” the words are coming out so fast and before she can stop herself. word vomit of the worst kind. “i mean come on, it’s been embarrassingly obvious that i’ve had a pathetic crush on you since i was like thirteen.” there they are. the big fat words she could never take back.
"what d'you mean?" Ellis interjected, clueless, "y'know, out of everyone, I, actually, think that you'll – " though, she wasn't finished. no, words continued to tumble from Callie's lips, careless, somewhat slurred, landing with a weight entirely disproportionate to her casual tone of voice. obvious? to who? certainly, not to him, who, throughout the years, had often dreamed of her saying something to this effect. various occasions, where he’d considered making a similar confession, himself. only, not like this. her, drunk. him, unavailable. whatever dizzying, impossible rush he’d imagined he might feel, in the wake of such an admission, replaced, instead, by frustration, as they breached the quiet drive of their families’ shared beach house. "Callie, wha – " he began, exasperated, brows furrowed, before he seemed to realize there was no use. "you're drunk," with shake of head, as if to dismiss the legitimacy of her words. "c'mon, let's get you inside."
kinda want a plot where Muse A is going to get married, but their fiance/fiancee calls it off, so Muse A takes their best friend, Muse B, on the honeymoon because hey, they’ve got the tickets, why waste them right? and the whole time they’re on the honeymoon, they have to pretend to be a couple and it leads to drunk kisses/sex and i don’t know where i’m going with this bUT I WANT IT
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she wasn't sure she heard him correctly, surely she couldn't have. they wouldn't have set her up with someone who didn't like fantasy. " wait, did you just say you're not a fantasy fan? "
behind sip of his drink, a quiet laugh escapes him. “I mean, now that you mention it… not a fan would, probably, be a pretty.... generous way to put it.” though, he didn’t stop there, because, if there was one thing about Ellis, it was, surely, his knack for putting his foot in his mouth. “I don’t know, I’ve always seen it as a… kind of, lazy... genre? but, don't worry, I'll spare you the soapbox.” just as eyes meet her gaze, words land, unable to miss the sudden, subsequent change in her expression. frankly, you would've thought that what Ellis had actually said, was: man, fuck shelter dogs, am I right? "I, uh," shifts in seat, "I mean, uh, why d'you ask?"
leave it to Mindy Kaling to think up “boy loses virginity to girl at model UN, who makes sme comment like... "that's it?" afterward. YIKES. he gets embarrassed, bails. she’s pissed, never sees/hears from him again. fast fwd. we’re several yrs post-grad, and now, said girl is moving in with her bestie, who happens to live across the hall from said boy, and his 2 other roommates. one, of which, is hopeless romantic’s poster child, and also her CO-WORKER? that’s like. immediately obsessed with her? oh. except for the fact, she’s dating their BOSS, which he may or may not (eventually) fight → get hmself fired IN HER HONOR whenevr said boss winds up fcking her over. OK. love... but. wait. back to the plot. it was ALSO her first time. they talk it out, laugh ab it, have insane chemistry, nbd. except... he can't do anything abt however tf typa way he feels, bc his dumbass, himbo roommate (who’s now unemployed, in the name of love) would never forgive him." also: starring Nicholas Duvernay.
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if you're waiting on smthing from me…… might I direct to you to Gracie Abrams’ 2024 single, I Love You, I’m Sorry?
best, having hella muse n absolutely no time to do anything about it <3 final boss
and there it is. the gentle tone like he’s speaking to a sensitive child, the look in his eyes like she’s something to be pitied. it raises amelia’s defences in an instant and makes her pull her hand free in one quick move, as if the very touch of him stung. “why would i need to be held? what... what makes you think i’m not okay?” yes, she’s been drinking and yes, her eyes are a little red because of it, but she’s still (mostly) functioning. so much of her life has been dedicated to other people — hell, most of her wages and spare time go towards her father and worrying about his well-being — and she came here tonight to do one damn thing for herself. but no, of course she can’t even be granted that privilege. “fuck, ellis… you know, i really didn’t think it would be that difficult for you. how many times have you come calling and now when i’m the one asking, there’s a problem? isn’t this what you’ve been begging me for?”
somewhat taken aback, at first, by how quickly Amelia's demeanor shifted, as if he could all but see the walls that appeared to, effortlessly, rebuild themselves around her, Ellis did nothing more than sit with harsh words, for a moment, wishing her version of... whatever their friendship had become, over the past several months, didn’t sting nearly as badly as it did. hours spent together, reduced to little more than a favor, done on his behalf. though, despite wound to ego, he fought against the frown that threatened pursed lips, reminding himself that she was hurting, too, certainly more than she cared to admit. it wasn’t an excuse, albeit, for no explicable reason, Ellis found himself making it for her, anyway, as hand rose to cup Amelia’s jaw, before lips, adorned in a helpless grin, found her own. soft, yet purposeful, if only to stop her from saying anything more.
“you really are... just, so sweet,” murmurs, sarcastically, against her mouth, “and... stubborn,” light laugh slips from him, before another kiss, lips lingering longer with each, careful press, “and sexy… you know that?” albeit, despite offering some, small taste of what she’d asked of him, kisses serve more as a distraction, than surrender, allowing for arms to covertly wrap around her, again, as he begins to lie back, horizontally, across cushions. “and, for the record, I never said that you… needed to be held,” Ellis corrected, fondly, “trust me, I know you don’t need anything, from anyone. especially not…” his head shook, with unnecessary emphasis, as if the very idea was outrageous, “from me.” fingers catch, loosely, in the fabric of her shirt, "now," tugging, gently, in his direction, “will you, just, c'mere?” head cocks to side, “please?”
when he finally agrees, the brunette can hardly believe her ears. but then again, the amount of alcohol running through her system right now makes it hard to separate reality from the intoxicating fog blurring the edges of the room. when his large palms lift to cup her cheeks, the tiniest gasp is stolen straight from her throat, warm gaze fluttering shut a fraction of a secondbefore his mouth captures hers. it's entirely different from anything she could have ever anticpated, a sudden heat that burns away years of carefully constructed boundaries in a single heartbeat. the brunette finds herself melting into him, manicured fingers instantly knotting into the fabric of his shirt to pulling him closer, needing him close enough so the room would stop spinning. the kiss is everything it shouldn't be, intoxicating, consuming, and by the time he pulls away, she can hardly think straight. "um," she begins, fingers slowly dropping from his chest as she nods in response. she's more than satisfied, but at the same time, it's not nearly enough. "it wasn't bad."
as a pilot, Danny had often been reminded of the Greeks’ warning, don’t fly too close to the sun. not to be reckless in ways that might hurt himself, or worse, someone else. their cautionary tale weighed heavy on his mind as he looked to Sydney, his oldest friend, by a long shot, with lustful eyes. heart racing, breath uneven, even after moment taken to steady himself. a far more sober Danny was dangerously well aware of the ways, in which, this could impact them, should he do anything other than laugh the last few minutes off, chalking it up to nothing more than a drunken experiment. though, as long as her big, brown eyes remained on his, he found himself hardly able to entertain rational thought. taking a seat on the couch, behind him, all he could do to keep from seeking to close what little distance he had managed to put between them, albeit words were no less inviting of further provocation. “oh, yeah?” voice quieter, than before. “what would you do different?”